I see you, McSwagger. Your sabbatical has not tightened your tongue any. I suppose I should thank you for the familiar clarification, although any references to myself being another's familiar is as false as Rikard's beard.
About that glitter-dust, i TOLD you it was meant for lighting fires with, not for whatever you were trying to do to that poor wench. I admit she looked pretty sparkling like that before she burst into flame. A delicate scent too, while she writhed around the tavern. It was worth it for the looks on the other patron's faces alone! I'll forgive you for getting us chased out of town that night.
A new band of brigands we find ourselves here in the new board realm. Let us see what fine mischief we can make...
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